JACK: 'Aged cheddar.' So apparently there's crates of cheddar sitting around somewhere, just aging. What if society ends and no new cheddar is crated away to age? How would we remnants of humanity decide when to eat what limited supply remains?
LOIS: Actually, philosophers call that the Oenophile's Quandary! Presented with something that, over time, increases in quality (like wine) or in value (like money in a savings account), when's the right time to use it? If you're saving for a rainy day, how hard does it have to rain before that's it? And as the item gains worth, wouldn't it have to rain harder and harder before it makes sense to pop that cork?
LOIS: And isn't it good to exercise a healthy discipline of delayed gratification? If in doubt, save it? After all, you never know when you'll need that cheddar! Like you said - the world ends, and now you're king! Won't you be glad you showed restraint?
[[LATER:]]
JACK: I talked to some philosophers, and none of them had heard of the 'Oenophile's Quandary'!
LOIS: Oh, did I say philosophers? I meant my grandparents
{{header: a cellar full of WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: He ended up looking QUITE the fool at that philosophers' cocktail party.}}
He ended up looking QUITE the fool at that philosophers' cocktail party.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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